In a post that I wrote about informal childcare arrangements in a cohousing village over a year ago, I reflected on the ways that living at Treehouse might ease my load as a parent. I hoped for spontaneous activities that my toddler could participate in, as well as regularly scheduled time slots where he was...
This tree will grow as our homes are built, our gardens are seeded, and this land becomes vibrant with people, animals, and plants.
My name is Caitlin, and I struggle to ask for help. As a result of this single-minded independence, I have avoided formal childcare arrangements for the entire two years I’ve been a parent. It doesn’t matter how burnt-out I am, or how many work deadlines have piled up, I’ll never call a friend and ask...
Annie and Bella have different opinions about fun and food, but they agree on one thing - life with Caitlin, David and Alfie is never dull!
If you'd told me in 2016, while I was building my Tiny House, that in 2020 I'd have put down my life savings on a deposit for a home in a town I'd only been to twice, that was projected to cost more money than I'd earned in my entire life, I'd have laughed, then asked you what you were smoking. What changed? For starters, Tiny living didn't quite pan out how I'd imagined. More importantly, I discovered cohousing.
Not only have our members found that working on our development is an excellent distraction from the boredom of social isolation, we’ve also been able to draw emotional support from each other in these trying times. But how exactly have we been able to keep the “social” in “social distancing”? Our success rests on the strong foundation that we’ve built together over the past year or more.
I try to remind myself that, despite being uncommon in our individualistic society, tight-knit, supportive, collaborative neighbourhoods are the norm in many other places around the world. We may not have a neighbourhood yet, but we’re already neighbours.